Don Pail awoke, groggy and disoriented. He tried to rub his eyes but found his arms and hands were bound. Peeling his sleep-sticky eyes open, he realized he was strapped to a chair hovering inches above the lake.
Laughter exploded in front of him.
Jack, Hans, and Jill were standing on the bank with devious grins on their faces.
Before Don could use his powers, they let go and he felt the cold water envelope his body. As he sank deep below the surface, he focused his mind.
In time, his revenge would become Winawaka Summer Camp for Telekinetics folklore.
Prompt from Friday Fictioneers. Photo Prompt © Ted Strutz